Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

Whrist had not been expecting company and despite having listened for movement the stranger still snuck up upon her. The black femme spun around and stared at the source of the voice, this one she had scented around but the scent was sharper more new, so she had passed it off as a newcomer or loner. And it looked like she had been right.

She scented the air carefully the newcomer was female, and as her white blues took in every inch of the wolf before her, her gaze lingering on the others milk gray ones just a bit to long.

It was to long before she carefully set her burden down and stepped over it keeping it below her. She didn’t know what to say in response to the females statement as it was neither question nor command. She decided to ignore the comment but finally after a long moment asked a question of her own she had a mission after all and no good place a start. Here was as good as any, her voice was as kind as she could make it since she was asking for something. “I don’t suppose you know of two wolves by the name of Renard or Praimfaya, I’m searching for them” She waited for an answer as she thought about this wolf before her.

Something seemed off about her, she had never met a blind wolf before, those were usually killed for their weekness in her puppyhood, so she had no idea what was off about the wolfess, she just knew something didn't seem quiet right